Poetry

Slash & Burn

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Fir trees shake their skirts, free their perfume of sharp summer musk. So much is certain: the dry rasp of wildfire plumes, the cicadas…

The Sheds

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My antlers are not rightthey are twisted they are not rightthey are growing too fastsoon they will twist and twist together and grow straight…

Pact

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“The deaths of two Saudi sisters… discovered on the banks of New York’s Hudson River… a double suicide” CNN 10/29/18 Together. Our thin- lipped…

Good Trouble

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For John Lewis This Artemis country, helping deliver youWith a lead pipe, baseball bat, and a kick To the ribs like response to your kicking From…

Unrest

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They believe the world can be good, so I tap the car horn and raise a fist in solidarity with the six or seven teenagers, all…

E-Note

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It is the silence before and after protests that finds me unable to speak. What we fail tosay and what we didn’t say is…